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Nora bites her lip. “I need you to eat my pussy,” she says.

“Yes?”

“Fuck me with your tongue,” she adds. “Make me come for you.”

I reward her with a quick lap, just barely touching her clit. A moan falls free and her hips buck beneath me, wanting oh-so-much more. “You’re a very dirty girl, aren’t you, Ms. Payne?” I ask.

“Yes,” she answers.

“You’re going to come the second I touch this clit again, aren’t you?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I kiss her inner thigh, coming close to her slit but just barely. Her moisture covers the outer lips, enticing me enough to take just a little taste of her.

“Mmm,” I groan. I lick her again, coating the tip of my tongue. “You are so,” I steal one more taste, “delicious.”

“Mr…” she begs, her voice falling fast.

I plunge my tongue between, separating her folds to find her dripping, wet entrance waiting for me. Her flavor takes me over, bewitching every thought I have. I start fucking her pussy with my tongue, reaching in as far as I can but it’s not nearly as deep as I want to be.

Her knees twitch around my shoulders. She struggles to lie still, so I shift both hands to cup her breasts. They’re perky but not small. Just large enough for me to get a good handful of her. I feel her nipples poking my palms and I adjust my touch to pinch them through the fabric of her blouse, bringing sharp winces to her face.

I keep fucking her sweet pussy. I can’t stop fucking it. Every quick stroke brings more pleasure to her eyes and it’s my mission to see her explode. Her body pulses and throbs, just begging me to let it all end. I massage her tits and lap at her until the windows fog over and she can barely speak English.

“Beg me,”I growl.

Nora’s lips tremble. “Please,” she squeaks. “Let me come.”

I seal my lips around her clit and Nora screams. I watch her climax for me, experiencing the most beautiful side of her. I slide my tongue inside once more to feel her inner muscles squeeze it right back out again. Her orgasm is swift but painfully pleasant. I want to make her do it again.

“Mr. Snow,”she groans, her voice ruined with desire.

“Yes,” I say, lapping her up. “Good girl.”

I rise up, staying between her widespread legs. She relaxes a bit but I won’t let her rest for too long. I reach up to slide the belt free of the bar, leaving her wrists bound together.

Her hands fall to her stomach, weak and shaking. I touch her wrists, sliding a finger between her skin and the belt to make sure it didn’t get too tight for her.

“Take three breaths,” I tell her. “Then, sit up on your knees.”

Nora nods and closes her eyes while I inspect her wrists a little closer. I find a few red markings but nothing that will stand out to anyone not looking for them. She dug her nails into the belt and left behind tiny notches in the old leather. I smile, not mourning the future reminders of this scene one bit.

“Do these hurt?” I ask, running a finger along her pink wrists.

Her eyes flutter open and she exhales. “No,” she answers, taking in her second breath.

I release her hands, giving her control to rest them again. She stares at the ceiling above her and I admire the new flush in her cheeks and the glow on her skin. She needs this. She needs this badly.

“Nora,” I say, drawing her gaze. “What brought you out here? To Red Brick.”

She sits up slowly and leans on the door behind her. “A friend,” she says. “She told me it would help relieve my stress.”

I smile. “Is it working?”

A giggle falls from her lips as she breathes in again. “I’ll tell you tomorrow,” she says.

“That’s three,” I count. I raise a hand and prompt her forward with a finger twitch. “Come here.”

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